From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

"Ow~"

The little beast in his arms looked up and met Zhang Qiling's eyes. Time and space stopped at this moment.

The boy holding it was a little thin, less than 1.6 meters tall. He hadn't grown up yet, but he was already a rare beauty in the world. He had long eyelashes, delicate features, and a thin and pointed chin, which made him look even younger. There was a bit of coldness and indifference in his black eyes. (This is about the boy when he was young)

Zhang Qiling looked down at the palm-sized little beast in his hands, his eyes stunned. This strange-looking little beast was obviously the mythical beast Qilin, which was also the Zhang family's emblem.

"Little Qilin?" Zhang Qiling looked up at the sky. Where did it come from? How could a Qilin fall from the sky?

"Oh." Little Qilin Mo Jiu rubbed Zhang Qiling's hand. The soft hair made him feel itchy. He liked it so much. It's so cute!

"Mine." Zhang Qiling smiled. His smile was shallow, but very stunning, like the first touch of spring color that appears after the ice and snow melt, clean and gentle.

Mo Jiu was mesmerized by his smile and nodded dizzily, yours, yours, all yours.

The tomb-robber Tiandao, who was observing secretly, was somewhat unhappy. He had coaxed the little Qilin for a long time before it finally agreed to his request, but he had actually abducted it with just a smile from the little brat.

I really want to snatch it back!

But...this annoying mysterious heaven, can't we just live in peace?

Seeing that the two were getting along so well, Tomb Robber Tiandao was jealous that Zhang Qiling had won the little Qilin's favor so quickly, but after all, he was still his own little cub and he couldn't do anything to him.

When Zhang Qiling touched the little Qilin's head, Tomb Robber Tiandao took the opportunity to cut Zhang Qiling's finger and helped them to sign a contract, so that the two could communicate as the little Qilin could not speak.

Zhang Qiling was shocked by the sudden wound on his finger. He hugged the little Qilin tightly and looked around vigilantly.

"Don't look, you little brat. You won't be able to find mine." Tomb Robber Tiandao said.

Zhang Qiling's face changed, "Who are you?"

"I'm giving you this little Qilin. Please take good care of it for me. This is a thank you gift." A sharp knife appeared out of thin air in front of Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling reached out and took the knife. It was the sword that the head of the Zhang family always carried with him. It had been lost long ago, but now it was delivered to him by a mysterious person.

Maybe it’s not a human. Zhang Qiling looked down at the little Qilin. Is it a god?

"Ow~"

"Little brother, little brother..." The voice was as delicate as a baby, coming intermittently, like a child's voice. Zhang Qiling was a little stunned, but then a familiar blood connection surged up, stronger than any other voice he had ever felt before.

Zhang Qiling shrank his hands, punched it up and looked at himself, "From now on, it will only be mine."

No matter who you belonged to in the past, everything belongs to you now and in the future.

Zhang Qiling walked into the room briskly, holding the little Qilin in his arms.

……

At the dining table, Zhang Qiling felt a little embarrassed when looking at the little Qilin on it. His usual food was simple, as long as it was edible.

But little Qilin obviously rejected the steamed buns in front of him that he had bought from a nearby village.

So how should I raise a little Qilin? It doesn't explain it!

"Little brother, I'm hungry!" The little Qilin touched his little belly, looked at Zhang Qiling with aggrieved eyes and shouted.

There is plenty of spiritual energy in the ancient world, and it has never been hungry after absorbing the spiritual energy.

During the time that Tomb Robber Tiandao raised it, he fed it with treasures from his private vault, and it never went hungry.

Coming here, it has no spiritual power, no treasures, and mortal food is completely useless to it. Isn’t it starving?

Little Qilin Mo Jiu, who had never experienced this kind of feeling before, felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry.